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			<title>I'm Loving It!</title>
			<description>A limerick technically about McDonalds.</description>
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			<title>Swimming Blind</title>
			<description>A poem I wrote for an English project.</description>
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			<title>Straggler</title>
			<description>A story about being scared about growing up that got honorable mention in a writing competition at my high school. I'm sorry if its short.</description>
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			<title>My Mother Was My Mama</title>
			<description>The way we talk about people who have died is depressing, it's as if everything they once did and were is now secondary to their death. &quot;She is my mother&quot; to &quot;She was my mother&quot;.</description>
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